Chapter 12

Wendy and Jamie had been through an emotional roller coaster, the kind of story from Greek tragedies where the author lets them fly as high as the sun, only to watch their wings of wax melt away. The higher the flight, the harder the fall. That’s how they liked their stories in Greek times.

The Griffin brothers sent the girls downstairs in white robes, those nice fuzzy Brookstone robes they bought with credit cards at the mall. They also "implied" that, should there be any future issues and they have to come back after tonight, they’ll make sure that the bank snips those credit lines posthaste. This was no empty threat; the brothers had their transaction history in hand.

"Get your father's bathing suit collection out of the garage. You know, those suits you liked to dress them in for their sunbathing in the yard? You'll be wearing those to bartend in. Don't bitch, fair is fair; you'd have had Chris in them if you weren't afraid all your guests would leave. Well, with a hot MILF and her daughter, you’re going to be the hit of the party..."

Cathy offered, "Just some friendly advice, best to take this offer ... and grin and bear it. Since I was a little girl, whenever I bartered with my brothers for something, they'd keep raising the price every time I negotiated. So I found it was best to just go straightaway for my lowest possible offer. Otherwise they'll just enjoy making it harder and harder. Well, don't stand there, get to the garage quickly! Chop chop!" They laughed sadistically at the girls’ panicked expressions.

Walking through the party in white robes wasn’t as hard as it seemed. Most of the kids seem engrossed in their flirtation and dancing. Jamie noticed some of her friends from cheer squad give her a knowing shrug and a "sorry" face. Did it help that they’d apparently been through something like this before? She wondered to herself.

When they got into the garage, it was finally quiet and dark. They’d have to climb up to a high shelf to pull down the box of nasty stuff their father had bought as props for his poorly thought-out modeling business. Which, now that it occurs to her, made perfect sense that Bill would have been a pawn in his own business plan. Wendy had lost all respect for Bill but it hadn’t been a sudden loss. She had been losing it for years while he stayed home and she paid the bills.

She had tried jokingly to get him to be responsible and take care of himself with her declaration of independence. It had been intended as a wakeup call only – but subconsciously she also knew that it was her desire that he BE better – the man she needed and fell in love with.

Once she caught him with the porn and the teen models he arranged behind her back she lost a lot of respect for him but still loved him.

When he left her though is when she stopped really respecting him. She knew he would be back and he would probably not change his ways. She was willing to accept that. The fact that he submitted to her was kind of a happy accident. It hadn’t been her idea – there had been sort of a miscommunication and she just rolled with things to let him believe this has been the plan all along.

Now that it was working and she was actually enjoying it on some level – Bill seemed to be improving albeit as a cuckolded submissive husband along with her lazy son. She had actually starting to respect him again slightly for at least trying to make things right and following orders.

Now, that things were going south and the strangely dysfunctional world she had engineered was starting to fall apart like a house of cards though none of it made any sense to her – this had all been a confusing web that had entangled the entire family.

"Mom, what say we get in the car and just go Thelma and Louise out of here, and don't look back?" Jamie smiled.

"Oh yes, but you wrecked the car..." Wendy said, not wanting her tone to sound harsh. Earlier, when they showed the pictures of Jamie walking away from the car, before Wendy knew the whole story, she was willing to believe her daughter had joyously and without any reservation walked away from wrecking HER car and violating HER trust.

"Look, what do you want to do? I won't make you go back up to my bedroom and face the music. They got us naked, they caught us in our own game, but hey, they don't own us. We can still say no?"

"Mom, why do you have to say that last part like a question? I was wondering the same thing myself. I mean, it does seem kind of fair; after all, we took it way too far with Chris and Dad."

"Oh, I don't disagree with you, I totally see that now. I was drunk on the power. You know, I started this with such good intentions. I just wanted to get Bill and Chris to clean up after themselves, take care of themselves. Then it seemed circumstances kept happening, to where things just kept escalating and evolving. Before you know it, I was leashing their cocks together and giggling with delight at how clever I’d been. It just sort of snuck up on me."

"I know, Mom, but didn't you give Dad a spanking and say the only person to place blame on for what Bill does, is Bill? ‘The only place to place blame for what happens to Bill because of what Bill does, is on Bill...’" She said the last part in her mom's manner of speaking, over-exaggerated to sound very serious.

The two of them laughed honestly. "You’re right, Wendy’s responsible for what Wendy did. The blame falls on me. Do you feel the blame should fall on you too? It’s your friends out there, and you've seen these bathing suits." Wendy was offering her daughter a chance to put the blame all on her if she wanted to.

"You know what? Let's embrace it. I mean, we told the guys to suck it up and do it. Let's do our week, suck it up, and let them have their laugh and move on. We won't drag it out. Let's each pick one of these suits right now, and go in there and start bartending. The best possible way we can face this is with smiles on our faces, like it’s not getting to us. What do you say, Mom?" Jamie dropped her robe on the garage floor and started rifling through the bikinis.

"I just wished we’d shaved first, I feel like I’m going to be hanging out of this thong, camel toe and fur lining with glory trail and all!" Wendy said, as she dropped her own robe with a smile like she couldn't believe she was doing this.

"C'mon, we owe it to them. Let's make it up to Chris and Dad. We put them through hell this past week. The difference for us is, if we’re a team, we work together and support each other. That’s something Dad and Chris didn’t do, and it let us get into their heads," Jamie said, as she held up a teensy polka-dot one-piece before dismissing it.

"Jamie, I love you Jamie, and I’m so proud of you. No matter what happens this week, they won't break us. Let's give them their laugh, but let's make a pact: no matter what happens, we won’t let it come between us."

"Absolutely, Mom. Are you ready to call Chris and Dad, Sir?"

"Oh, don't remind me." she laughed. They were both slipping on skimpy bathing suits in the darkened garage, summoning up all their courage.

"It feels kind of like Thelma and Louise to be doing this," Wendy sighed.

"You mean at the end when they held hands and went over the cliff?" Jamie took her mom's hand.

Wendy smiled at her daughter, nodding. That’s exactly what she meant. She turned the doorknob leading back into the house.

When the garage door opened, there was immediate laughter and shock from the people partying in the kitchen, as the two stood tall, with teensy thong bikinis on that barely covered nipples, ass-crack and cunt.

No explanation was given. The girls just walked with chins held high into the front room where they began to bartend; handing out drinks, cleaning up spills, and smiling at people who seemed to be ogling them.

After the last drunken high schooler made his way home from the party, they cleaned up without being told, completely naked.

The Griffin brothers patted Chris and Bill on the back and said, "We’re your personal wizard of Oz, we've given you what you always had, bro: your balls back." They’d spent the night going over a training plan with Chris and Bill to make sure they understood just how to run things.

Now I leave it to you, dear reader; this story is told. Just how far did Chris and Bill take things, with their own Man's Bill of Rights? Did they let it go after just a week and a couple days? Was the family ever the same again? And if so, were they closer, having gone through this? Did they learn anything?

I prefer to think they did. You can bet the story of the women’s humiliation at the Taylor MEN's hands is a story in of itself.

But what of little Cathy Griffin and her brothers?

Epilogue:

Later that night, after the Griffin brothers got home, Cathy Griffin smiled at her older brothers. It had been a long night for them, and they were all tired. Standing inside their parents' house, the three 20-somethings were visiting for the weekend as they do so many weekends, and their teenage sister of course still lives at home with her parents.

"You played your parts perfectly, very believable." Cathy said with a devilish grin.

"Thank you, Mistress" said Jarrod, panting like a dog as he stripped for his younger sister.

"Shut up and get out of your clothes. Get in line with your brothers ... dicks waggling, hands behind back, butts clenched; let's have you start off standing at what Mrs. Taylor calls "Attention".

The perverse game the Griffins have been playing for years continues.